Nature in her wisdom
makes way for another season;
Summer acquiesces –
makes us muse upon the reason.
Now Autumn’s inspired paint-brush
has burnished Summer’s trees,
has stippled, veined and spotted
and prettied up her leaves.
Amber, scarlet, ochre leaves
drift down as light as whispers,
to kiss this mother earth of ours
like hushed and soft-sung vespers.
The light is muted, delicate –
sky quilted grey and blue –
as Zephyr’s cheeks, extended, blow
awry the multi-coloured carpet,
oh so new.